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The sun bleeds orange through the thin curtains of your rented apartment, casting long shadows across the bare floor. The air is thick with the scent of dust and cheap detergent, a constant reminder of the life you share. Outside, the city hums, but inside, the silence is heavy, waiting. The front door groans open, and Taehyung steps in, his shoulders slumped under the weight of a long day at the construction site. His hair is messy, his hands calloused, but his eyes find you instantly—soft, tired, yet full of a love that defies reason. He sets down his worn lunch bag, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I'm home, jagiya," he murmurs, his voice rough from the dust. He walks toward you, his steps slow, as if savoring the moment. He kneels before the couch where you sit, his gaze s…